I have observed these mere mortals for years now as they struggle through their journey. They seem persistent, yet they steal and plunder without regard. Never once did they offer trade or exchange for the things they stole. They will certainly need to change their ways or I fear that they will anger the gods.
What is this? They have landed on a small island; one I have seen before. That is the island on which my son, Polyphemus resides. Having observed this man for so long, I now what he is capable of. He will plunder, steal, and even kill a man without regard. If he harms my son, I will bestow upon him the Wrath of Poseidon!
He has been trapped in my son’s cave for quite some time now. My son has taken to eating his men, and is planning to save Odysseus for last. I see them congregate now, as if they are planning something. They huddle now around a large log and carve it to a wedge. Perhaps they will try to pry the slab of the cave entrance. They can try, but they will most certainly fail. Not any man, if not as strong Polyphemus could ever dream of budging such a massive slab. They overestimate their own strength!
They now run it at the door. No, they run it at Polyphemus! They have gouged his eye! This is an outrage!
He has slept now until morn when he usually lets his sheep and ram out to pasture. No! He has let out Odysseus and his men. My son has just realized this, and has run after them, but he is too late. I hear a prayer now, coming from my son. I can hear you my son, and quit clearly. I will punish Odysseus for this, when the time is right, and I know that that time will come soon.
I have reluctantly held my anger over these last few years while I have watched Odysseus and his crew, waiting for a moment of disregard, for I could strike then. However, I once pondered some time ago; what of the error in my son’s ways? Did he not intend to gobble up Odysseus and his foolhardy crew? Did my son instigate this? I have pondered, though not for long, these facts. Contemplated weather or not my son was as fault for what happened to him. I regret these thoughts, but I mustn’t punish without reason. Perhaps he will anger some other god, a rash god, unlike myself, one who will want swift and immediate revenge against him. If the gods will it.
What is this? They have landed on a small island; one I have seen before. That is the island on which my son, Polyphemus resides. Having observed this man for so long, I now what he is capable of. He will plunder, steal, and even kill a man without regard. If he harms my son, I will bestow upon him the Wrath of Poseidon!
He has been trapped in my son’s cave for quite some time now. My son has taken to eating his men, and is planning to save Odysseus for last. I see them congregate now, as if they are planning something. They huddle now around a large log and carve it to a wedge. Perhaps they will try to pry the slab of the cave entrance. They can try, but they will most certainly fail. Not any man, if not as strong Polyphemus could ever dream of budging such a massive slab. They overestimate their own strength!
They now run it at the door. No, they run it at Polyphemus! They have gouged his eye! This is an outrage!
He has slept now until morn when he usually lets his sheep and ram out to pasture. No! He has let out Odysseus and his men. My son has just realized this, and has run after them, but he is too late. I hear a prayer now, coming from my son. I can hear you my son, and quit clearly. I will punish Odysseus for this, when the time is right, and I know that that time will come soon.
I have reluctantly held my anger over these last few years while I have watched Odysseus and his crew, waiting for a moment of disregard, for I could strike then. However, I once pondered some time ago; what of the error in my son’s ways? Did he not intend to gobble up Odysseus and his foolhardy crew? Did my son instigate this? I have pondered, though not for long, these facts. Contemplated weather or not my son was as fault for what happened to him. I regret these thoughts, but I mustn’t punish without reason. Perhaps he will anger some other god, a rash god, unlike myself, one who will want swift and immediate revenge against him. If the gods will it.